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Top five albums, start to finish

  • Bedtime Stories :: Madonna
  • Little Earthquakes :: Tori Amos, this album saved me in high school
  • The Carpenters :: The Avett Brothers
  • Some Mad Hope :: Matt Nathanson
  • Between the Days :: Merril Bainbridge

Top five international destinations

  • Australia/New Zealand, i know two completely different countries but same area
  • Ireland/Scotland
  • Belgium
  • Morocco
  • Russia

Top five dishes

  • Tomato sandwich
  • Pho
  • Sardines + Avocado on toast
  • any version of hainese chicken
  • fried egg + soy sauce on french baguette

Top five words

  • Guffaw
  • Chortle
  • Petulant
  • Penance
  • Banal

Top five songs

  • Into the Groove :: Madonna
  • Come on Get Higher :: Matt Nathanson
  • One :: U2
  • All I Want :: Toad the Wet Sprocket
  • Tear in Your Hand :: Tori Amos

Top five books

  • To Kill A Mockingbird :: Harper Lee
  • Vanishing Acts :: Jodi Picoult
  • The Smoke Jumper :: Nicolas Evans
  • Island of the Blue Dolphin : Scott O’Dell
  • Jacob Have I Loved :: Katherine Patterson

Top five movies

  • The Lord of the Rings – all 3
  • The Boy Who Could Fly
  • Charlie & the Chocolate Factory – the original
  • Pride & Prejudice
  • The Last of the Mohicans

Top five current things that make me happy

  • the lion the beast the beat :: grace potter & the nocturnals
  • the show Lost
  • One Day by David Nicholls
  • packages from Lululemon
  • the show Parenthood

Top 5 things i’m looking forward to in the next 3 months

  • elbow patch cardigans
  • knee high socks
  • corduroys
  • 3 vietnamese soup dishes to attempt
  • baking

 

 

 

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interviewing

questions from a recent interview:

Q: food eating contest, what would you eat?
A: there’s a vietnamese dish that my gma used to make for me, they’re like little pancakes. she would make me stop eating after i finished a bag of flour. i would kick your ass in this eating contest.

Q: let’s say there was an error and you doubled booked two clients to do a presentation and they show up, both needing A/V equipment that you don’t have and only one can present, what do you do?
A: i would make them fight to the death to see who can stay & present, and for audio & visual, i would do a song/dance routine to go with their presentation. just kidding. these people are obviously human too, and i’m sure they’re professional and aware enough to know that errors happen. i would diffuse the situation, be the professional face for ABC Company and offer up one to stay and the other to be rescheduled for another date……… blah blah blah.

Q: {none. we were at lunch and talking about the tv show Walking Dead}
A: …i mean really, it’s the end of the world and you let your child wander around in the woods by himself, eat a fat … (i almost said DI CK but i caught myself and said) ONE!

Q: why shouldn’t we hire you?
A: because honestly, as you can see on my resume, i’m a job hopper. if i’m unhappy in a situation, i have no issue getting up and leaving to find a place i can be happy at. having said, please make sure that this situation you’re interviewing me for is a happy one.

average

i was always an average student. people are surprised when i tell them that i’ve never had straight As, or that it was rare for me to be on the high honor roll. i could say that i was disinterested, not fulfilling my potential, all the things that school counselors are supposed to say to parents when report cards are not what they expect of their eldest child, to soften the blow that their child is not a genius, not even close.

one of the things that i have learned about myself is that i enjoy learning, i just don’t like showing up. my freshman year of college was spent out of the classroom and my grades reflected that. but if you looked closely at my papers and exams, they were not bad. but deductions were made for missing class. it boggled my mind that i would be penalized for attendance when i clearly was doing the work and acing exams. but one professor put it in perspective: you have to show up for work in order to get paid, you need to show for class in order to get graded. (one would think i’d work in a contracting/consulting environment but that is too abstract for me.)

dw says often that i’m an introverted reader. my speech sometimes reflects this. my everyday speaking has no accent, in fact, it’s very much like a journalist’s, no regional accent to give away where i’m from. on the phone you would not be able to tell that i’m asian, that english is my 2nd language. i tend to stick to simple words, rarely branching out to $5words. not because i don’t know any, or what they mean, but because sometimes i’m not sure of their proper pronunciation. it’s a quiet shame quirk, one that i hid but with him, i say them out loud, then i follow up with “did i say that right? how do you pronounce it? you say it.” and he always, patiently, teaches me.

being with dw is like that. he teaches me something new all the time. and he doesn’t make me feel stupid or inadequate or lesser or that i’m not fulfilling my potential. with him, learning is fun, it’s exciting and i show up everyday ready for more. i seriously ace this Life right now.

 

 

 

apologies

this song. on repeat. i need to stop facebook stalking.

my life in love

i think for a long time i was one of Those Girls who just looked for love in everything i interacted with, even at such a young age.

i am 4 years old and in love with Keith from the cartoon Voltron.

yes, i am aware it’s a cartoon. as in hand-drawn moving pictures. i comfort myself knowing that i aimed high and crushed on the leader of the pack.

i am 5 years old and in love with egon ozer.

the nerd in kindergarten, the one who could read already. the one with an eye patch that made him look, not like a pirate, but like a kid with one bad eye. i harbored this love in my heart until the 5th grade.

i am 13 and in love with keanu reeves, from Bill & Ted’s Excellent adventure.

how could i have known that my infatuation for this man-child would span the passing of time and to this day, i quiver still for him?

i am 19 and in love with Ockey.

it was college. i recall still the first moment i laid eyes on him: crowded basement, sweaty young bodies pressed against each other, gyrating in time with the music. it was at the delta chi house. and he was the One i wanted to lose my v-card to.

fast forward 2 months: mission accomplished.

i am 22 and in love with the idea of living a beach bum turned bohemian lifestyle, by the beach.

i trekked across country, 3000 miles, in my honda civic with a boy who i thought would be my saving grace. for 13 months i worked at a 4-star french restaurant by night, (gaining 10lbs that would stick to my hips & thighs to this day), and by day sat by the water and daydreamed of life back east.

oh california living, you are not for me!

i am 27 and in love with the idea of being on my own.

a job in the city, taking the bus to work everyday, small steps because the high heels are pinching my feet and have mercy on me if i fall on these dirty streets. old fears still lurk but i start the process of buying my own place.

i am 28 and i am in love with rtf.

he is a middle school english teacher living in the basement of his father’s house. i know. for 10 months i swam in his shark infested ocean, barely coming up for air, it never even occurred to me to come up for air. until he tells me he wants to move across the world to teach chinese kids, i sank to the bottom and literally drowned. it took me years to come back to the surface.

i am 34 and in love with my life.

there are no words to adequately describe just how wonderful my life is now. there is always room for improvement… like running again. because egads! the half marathon is next month. my stomach issues are far from over, tho lactaid pills are a godsend.

i am the embodiment of happiness. and i’d take that any day over love.

tho, i sure am lucky to be both happy and in love.